“Oh no.” Gia’s eyes widened. “Are you okay?” She pressed a hand to Harlow’s shoulder.

“Easton beat them up.”

“He looks elegant, but make no mistake, there is an Army Ranger under the Armani.” Gia squeezed her shoulder. “He’ll keep you safe, Harlow.”

“I feel terrible that I’ve dragged him into this mess.”

Gia snorted. “Easton doesn’t let himself get dragged anywhere.” She smiled and leaned closer. “You strike me as super smart and competent, so I’m guessing you haven’t missed how he looks at you.”

Harlow’s heart did a little flip-flop. “Like he wants to choke me?”

“That, but mostly like he wants to get you out of that super-sleek dress I’m coveting, and do very naughty things to you. And I’m being nice here, because I dislike thinking about my brothers doing naughty things. Believe me, having three hot brothers is a cross to bear.”

Harlow laughed, but her smile dissolved. “He’s my boss, and I just can’t go there. Especially not with all my unfun troubles.” Harlow clenched her hands together. “I was supposed to meet my father this morning and he never showed. He isn’t answering his phone.”

Gia squeezed her shoulder again. “I’m sorry, Harlow. Lean on Easton. He has very broad shoulders. And Vander, Saxon, and Rhys will help.”

Harlow let out a shaky breath.

“Harlow?”

Her head jerked up. Easton looked grim.

She shoved to her feet. “What? Is it bad?”

“Come into my office.”

Her chest locked.

His face softened. “There’s no word on your dad.”

The air rushed back into her lungs. “Okay.”

She headed around her desk, and Gia stepped in behind her.

Easton eyed his sister with an arched brow.

“I’m coming for moral support,” Gia said.

Easton closed the door. Saxon was in the guest chair in front of Easton’s desk, and Gia perched on the arm. He slid one muscled arm around her.

The couple touched each other a lot. They were clearly in love. Harlow felt a funny burn under her ribcage.

Easton pressed a hand to Harlow’s back and led her to the other chair. Then he leaned back against his desk.

“Saxon tracked the Suburban’s partial plate.”

Her pulse leaped. “Okay.”

“It’s registered to Incise Incorporated. Which is a shell company.”

Harlow frowned. “So, there’s no way to trace it?”

“We traced it,” Saxon said. “The Norcross Security tech guru, Ace, followed the trail. It led them through a bunch of companies, and ended with Pierced Enterprises.” Saxon leaned back. “It’s owned by Rhoda Pierce.”

Harlow glanced at Easton. The name meant nothing to her, but he didn’t look happy.

“She’s in her late forties, smart, sharp, and savvy,” Easton said. “She owns some private clubs, and an online casino, and runs an illegal gambling operation. High-stakes games for anyone with the money to buy in.”